All good things must come to an end

I am officially retired from London Starbucks! Good God, does it feel wonderful. Let's take a minute to remember all of the things that I won't miss:
Double espresso macchiato lady who insists on us filling up her short cup, all the way to the top, but refuses to pay for, or even call it a latte.
The random dead mice that we found in the couch cushions.
The manual espresso machine. I think I gave myself some bad finger joints because of that thing.
The crazy lady who spat at herself and muttered to the air.

I will miss the girls that I worked with, though. They started off shakey in my book, but I ended up liking them a lot.

Now I'm in my last few days as a Londoner. As I type, I'm waiting for someone to come see my room and hopefully, sign a lease so I can get my deposit back (long story, very boring).
I have seen all of the London 1001 paintings that I have to see before I die. I have been to plays. I have been on day trips to the country. I have seen the tourist trap things. I have been to the markets. I think I have 'done' London pretty well.
I'll be sad to leave it all behind, but I also really excited about going home, seeing my dog, having cable TV, and having my own bathroom.